Is it just me or is there a disconnect between how Tony is portrayed in CW and how Marvel treats his portrayal in that movie? Like, when I watched it for the first time, I thought he was clearly in the wrong and acting in an unjustifiable manner. Same for other people who have watched it with me. But then I feel like a lot of Marvel people act as though it was "morally ambiguous situation" or as though "both sides were right" or whatever when that really, really was not the case AT ALL.
Oh I totally 100% agree with this. Like i get that they had to be kinda on the fence about it bc the concept of getting people to choose a side is what drove the marketing campaign, but from the way they were talking i was like hmm will i be swayed? Instead I walked into the room 100% Team Cap and somehow left the cinema even more Team Cap than before I saw the movie. I’d put this under a read more but it’s 3am and I’m on mobile so apologies, bc it’s gonna be long. I have a lot of things to say on this topic.
There was nothing morally ambiguous about it. There was no “both sides were right and wrong and it’s hard to choose”, like that mentality makes no sense to me. Or rather it does make sense, but I wish it didn’t.
Steve’s stance in this movie regarding the accords was about taking responsibility for your own actions. About having the power to choose only to use their enhanced abilities to help and do good. About owning the consequences of their actions if they choose to help. It was about not handing those consequences off to someone else. It was about not allowing people with agendas to potentially send them into a situation where they’re using there abilities to hurt rather than help. Which given what happened with SHIELD, you can’t exactly blame him for.
Tony’s stance regarding the accords was one that was much more driven by ego - something that drives a large amount of his decisions throughout the MCU at large as well as the rest of this film, as noted by Natasha. Tony felt guilty. He knew his choice to create Ultron against the suggestion of basically everyone is what led to the events in Sokovia. On top of that he gets cornered by a grieving mother who says she also blames him for the death of her son in Sokovia. Tony doesn’t want that guilt. He wants someone else to make the decisions for him. He wants someone else to say “yes you can be here” and “no you can’t go there” because that way, when things go well and they save the day with little to no casualties they get to be the heroes, they get the press. And we know Tony loves to be the showman, he loves the attention, bc as previously mentioned - he’s driven by ego. However when things do go wrong, he can appease his conscience by saying “I didn’t choose to be here, you gave me the order to be here, that choice was yours, that responsibility is on your shoulders.” - He wants the glory with none of the responsibility. He also wants the accords to cut down his workload so Pepper will come back to him. He literally says that. Tony stans are super quick to call Steve selfish for helping Bucky, but conveniently ignore the fact Tony says that Pepper left him bc he was spending too much time focused on the suits and being Iron Man, and he hoped the accords would give him a medium between the two so he could fix that.
And then there’s Steve and Bucky. I cannot physically wrap my head around the idea that people call Steve’s actions in this movie selfish. Especially given where Bucky ends up at the end of this movie. Steve’s actions were not dictated by the simple fact he wanted his friend back. They were dictated by the fact that no one else was trying to help him. No one else believed there was any world in which Bucky was innocent. No one else was trying to look out for him. And when has Steve ever done anything but look out for the little guy, the underdog? Even when he was the little guy, he was still looking out for anyone without someone in their corner. Had Steve made any choices different to the ones he had, Bucky would have died. Had he let someone else go to Bucharest to get him, Bucky would have been shot on sight, despite not being guilty. The government laughed at the idea of even giving Bucky a lawyer, they’d already decided his guilt, so had Steve handed Bucky over when Tony demanded, Bucky would have been given a trial by people that had decided his fate and already believed him a traitor to his country. He wasn’t being selfish, he was trying to save a life that no one else thought was worth saving.
Tony was so caught up in his stance being right, he didn’t even register that Steve had stopped even fighting about the Accords. When they met at the airport Tony was still there about the accords and about bringing them in, and he would not back down from that. Steve wasn’t there about that. And he told Tony this. He told him that Bucky hadn’t been the one behind the UN attack. He told him who actually was. He told him about the other soldiers in Siberia. He told him about Zemo travelling there and the danger posed if he activated 5 Winter Soldiers. He told him that he needed to get there before that happened. Steve was trying to do his job as an Avenger, to help people. Tony was too caught up in his own need to be right to realise that. Tony was willing to let all that shit happen rather than admit he was wrong.
And then at the end. When Zemo plays the video of The Winter Soldier killing his parents. Tony stans try and justify his reaction by saying it was instinctive. That he reacted to seeing the guy who killed his parents in front of him. But Tony stans just see what they want to see instead of what was actually there. Tony’s reaction was not to Bucky. His reaction was to Steve. He saw the video and he didn’t react. He asked Steve if he’d known, and when Steve says he hadn’t known it was him, he asks him again. And when Steve admits he had known, that’s when Tony reacts. That’s when Tony goes for Bucky. Which the writers have said was Tony recognising Bucky was the thing Steve loved most, and wanting to take it from him to hurt him for not telling him. He knows it wasn’t Bucky that killed his parents, he acknowledges it more than once, but he doesn’t care.
And Tony gets away with it. He gets excused for it. He breaks the rules of the accords he was so strongly in support of, and he gets off scot free. Meanwhile Sam and Clint and Scott and Wanda are locked in an underground prison cell. And it’s because Tony is the epitome of both White Male Privilege and Money Can’t Buy Everything But It Can Buy Anything. He’s rich, he’s powerful, he’s white, he’s male, and that means he does shitty things and gets away with it. He doesn’t have to worry about the consequences of his actions because his consequences are never so severe he can’t buy his way out.
You remember in Captain America: The First Avenger, Erskine says to Steve “A strong man, who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power. But a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion”? Apply that to Tony and Steve in this movie because it explains the way they behave perfectly. Tony is the first man described. He grew up in wealth, he grew up in a powerful family with a powerful name, he always had privilege, and now in this film he wants to use that privilege to pass off the responsibility that comes with his power. Steve is the second guy. Who was the little guy, who had to fight for everything he got. Who lived majority of his life as the little guy, and even with his bigger body and new abilities, still has the mindset of the little guy. Still knows and remembers all too well what it was like not to have any sort of power at all, and how important it is to use that power to help the best way you can. And knows you have to be respectful of everything that comes with that power, including taking responsibility for it.
That was longer than i thought it would be so tl;dr - i agree, there was a HUGE disconnect between the marketing of it vs the reality of it in the film.
THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY ASK BOX FOR WEEKS BECAUSE I HAD SO MANY HEADCANONS I HAD TO NARROW THEM DOWN LMAO. seriously I have so many but here are a few of my favorites!
· Honestly like… they’re both romantic af. I always see so much “oh Nursey is the romantic and Dex couldn’t care less,” but….
· Dex is the textbook definition of the acts of service love language. He’s also super perceptive, if he’s quiet he’s probably making the active decision to LISTEN to whoever is talking and not just hear what they’re saying. The man would build his partner a front porch as soon as he had the time, energy, and funds because a few months ago they mentioned how nice it would be to sit on the front porch with him with a glass of lemonade on a late spring day (and he does do this for Nursey eventually and also probably builds a reading/writing nook for him when they own a house).
· Nursey has a decent hodgepodge of several love languages, mainly words of affirmation/quality time/occasionally gifts. He’s the type to write down quotes that made him think of his partner and post them around the house, and if he sees something in a store that makes him think of his partner/sees something he knows his partner wants/would like he’ll get it for them. He’s also a big listener, and he likes spending time with the people he loves even if they’re not really doing anything? Just hanging out and doing their own thing in the same room is enough for him a lot of the time
· Both are perceptive and this means that both of them notice typing patterns and how they correlate to the other’s mood. Nursey says “chill!!!!” – a good day. “yo chill” – average day. “Chill.” – pissed the fuck off, maybe crying he’s so angry? Days like this, Dex will go out of his way to Annie’s and get Nursey’s feel-good drink (chai rose latte with soy milk because regular milk makes it too sweet). If Dex ever actually sends ellipses in a message, that means he’s bottling up so much he’ll explode later if he doesn’t convey what he’s feeling properly so Nursey will throw a soft blanket in the dryer so that he’ll have something warm to cuddle into when he gets home, and Dex will lean against Nursey with the blanket on his shoulders until he’s ready to talk.
· They’ll also do that sickeningly sweet thing where in the dead of winter when the other is in the shower they’ll put a towel in the dryer so that it’s warm when they get out.
· CUDDLY DEX!
· The man is a fucking koala.
· Seriously, if he’s sleeping alone he’s got his entire body wrapped around a pillow, even if it’s not person sized. Arms and legs wrapped completely around like it’s a tree trunk. He’s spring loaded and tense even when sleeping so he’s just, wrapped around this pillow like he’ll fall 30 feet if he lets go and the habit continues when he starts sharing a bed with Nursey.
· The first time they shared a bed Nursey woke up with both arms and both legs asleep and completely numb from how tight Dex was holding him and he just didn’t want to wake him up because even though his body is tense his face looks so peaceful? Also like, he can’t feel his limbs so, it’s a bit hard to move.
· It was like ten minutes before he even tried to move, and then he’s still in physical pain because like…. Sleeping limbs, y’all, if you don’t move them for long enough it’s like “I need to go to the ER levels of pain.” You thought Nursey was clumsy? Imagine the man when he cannot physically feel his legs. This was a learning experience for both of them.
· They spend the next few nights figuring out good sleeping positions that don’t cut off air or blood flow.
· The winners: Dex as little spoon, wrapped around a pillow the same way he would be if he was alone but with Nursey in a similar position holding Dex; Nursey flat on his back, Dex on his stomach slightly to the side with one leg thrown over Nursey and his arms kind of circling his head like a halo, head buried into the crook of Nursey’s neck.
· They both have a love of crime shows, especially Law and Order, and ESPECIALLY Special Victims Unit.
· They can only watch it when they’re both in average everyday moods though, because if they’re in super good moods it will bring them down and with bad moods… SVU is not the best Law and Order series for bad mood days (the author speaks from experience). They learn to spot each other’s mannerisms and know when it is Not an SVU Day.
· They can never watch just one episode, it’s a problem. Like one’ll sit down and be like “Hey you wanna watch just like, one episode to wind down?” and the other will agree and then one episode turns into MINIMUM four and they’re both ready to die for Olivia Benson.
· This happens EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. And they NEVER learn.
· They’re also the people that quote along with the opening monologue word for word and will do stupid ass dance moves to the theme song. The first time Dex danced to it, Nursey laughed so hard beer came out of his nose.
You do, without the condition you cannot safely transition. If you do not wish to transition, so be it, as transition is not the best option for everyone. This is not an excuse to claim the label of “trans” without having some form of dysphoria.
It is important to define the line between one with a medical condition, and one without a medical condition. You can be whoever you want, but if you need validation by assuming a label that is not yours, then the problem is not us gatekeeping but your lack of self validation.
“I’m not dysphoric because I don’t hate myself”
Dysphoria is not self hatred, it is a feeling of unease towards your primary and/or secondary sex characteristics. This can manifest in discomfort, a lack of recognizing self, or depression and anxiety towards gendered events as your birth gender (example: getting an erection, getting one’s period, having sex, etc ) This is not a be all end all as I am not a doctor and symptoms may manifest in combination. If you think you may be dysphoric, consult a doctor or therapist.
“Being trans is about identifying differently from your birth sex”
Dysphoria causes one to identify outside their birth sex and desire to physically be a sex one is not. It is almost entirely internal and physical, although “social dysphoria” does exist as an additional symptom. It cannot exist on it’s own with trans people. “Identity” in this argument is often described as a “feeling,” thus one should ask themselves “What does ‘I feel like a man/woman.” really mean. If the answer is exclusively anything but “Having X body parts, X sexual characteristics” then you should seriously consider the possibility that your “gender identity” is caused by external factors (IE sexism, feminist views, etc) or another mental condition (gender dysmorphia, social anxiety, life dysphoria, etc).
“Some people don’t want to transition!! Not everyone needs to transition!!”
In a world where transition is free, transition has no medical side effects, transition has no cosmetic side effects, transition is quick, transition has no societal bias associated with it, transition does not sterilize you, transition could be “non binary”, would you transition? If no to all of the above, you need to find yourself a new label and stop appropriating our condition.
“Truscum/Transmeds want nonbinary people to die”
There is little no scientific evidence that nonbinary people exist thus far. Our belief is based on science, so it makes sense that some of us are skeptical of nonbinary people. That does not mean we all are, and plenty of us are fine with nonbinary people. Our beef as a community is with nondysphorics, not nonbinary people.
“Gender is an oppressive social construct that must be dismantled”
Sure, but gender to trans people is so much more than gender roles. Our condition doesn’t stem from society. It stems from ourselves and how we see our own bodies, not from how society sees it.
Summary: Nyx was an ancient deity usually envisaged as the very substance of the night–a veil of dark mists drawn across the sky to obscure the light of Aither, the shining blue of the heavens. Her opposite number was Hemera (Day) who scattered the mists of night at dawn. she was doomed to walk the earth in search of her consort Erebus.
Warnings: My usual. Angst, Violence And Smut
Pairings: Bucky X Reader, Avengers x Reader
A/N: Enjoy A Bucky POV
He watches as a thoroughly drunk Thor spins you around the dance floor, the Asgardian’s hands wandering ever lower He can only imagine the dirty things Thor is whispering in your ear. The way Thor’s hands roam your body so possessively makes him nearly nauseas.
It should be him, could have been him, but he wasn’t worth it. Worth you. He had come to that stunning realization when you had screamed you were nothing but his whore. And it was the truth. He had treated you no better than he had during the Hydra days, seeking comfort in your body after a hard mission. His handlers would lock Winter in your cell, expecting he would beat you, force what he needed from you.
Sometimes when I tell people I identify as trans they ask questions like “why don’t you wanna be a girl anymore” or say things like “oh I understand I hate periods too” and even sometimes they say “sometimes I don’t like my boobs either, they get in the way”. I never knew how to reply to these questions and comments, I understand that when people are trying to understand someone they try very hard to relate. Its a huge factor in learning, if you can make connections between something you already know and something new you are succefully learning. I just recently realized why I never knew how to respond, and while I knew people were just trying to relate and understand it always made me feel worse and frustrated, like someone saying the sky is green when you’ve told them hundreds of times that it is blue. The reason this is so frustrating is because I don’t want to not be a girl anymore, because I’ve never been a girl. I’m not going to go through this transition to become a boy, I’m going to go through the transition process because I am a boy who unfortunately grew breasts and has a vagina. And that’s why its so frustrating when people talk about my transition as if it is me changing who I am as a person, and its not like that at all. I have never been a girl, I’ve just had to be presented as one because of my body. I don’t want to be a boy, I am a boy and I want everyone, including myself, to see me that way. I don’t have the answers to why my mind, energy, and soul don’t match my body, it probably has something to do with genetics, all I know is I’m not simply inconvenienced by periods, boobs, and estrogen I am psychologically damaged by them. And if any cis gendered male randomly started having periods everyone would tell him to immediately seek medical attention. I understand that this this is a confusing topic for cis people because they simply cannot relate, there is nothing in them that is similar to my situation, this isn’t something you can learn, it’s just something to accept. I love being a boy, but I hate the body I have to do it in, so I will do whatever I need to do to be able to love myself in all aspects including physically. I am and have always been a boy.
-A pair of jocks came through my lane, eager to make their purchases of Yu-Gi-Oh decks. I can only hope that this was in preparation for a niche offshoot of chess boxing.
-A girl handed her grandmother a five-dollar bill to purchase something for her. After the purchase was made, the girl demanded her money back, as since the item was now bought, the grandmother has no need for it anymore. This has been the ultimate hustle and I am grateful to have been taking notes.
-After I asked a woman a question, she immediately became defensive. I am not sure if I went too far and overstepped the acceptable boundaries of cashier conversation. She stood there, suspicious wondering how I could ask such a question. I stood there, scanning, regretting asking how she was.
-A man called the store to ask permission to ride his hoverboard. He was denied, but I expect the kind of man who wishes to ride a hoverboard to do his shopping is not the kind of man to take no for an answer.
-A kid warned his mother not to eat her credit card. I did not see anything to cause this concern, but I trust he knows her better than I do.
-I was told by an elderly woman that she wished card readers would forcefully physically eject the cards onto the floor once they were done. I will now be paying a visit to the patent office.
-A college-aged man explained to me that the boxers he was purchasing were for emergencies. I understand him and appreciate his foresight.
-A woman’s shirt read “DICKS: Last Resort.” I cannot determine whether she is an overt abstinence-only Christian or an overt bisexual with a preference. Either way, I want this shirt.
-A sheriff came into the store with a serious look on his face. I was immediately filled with existential terror, anxiety, and nervous gas despite having never committed a crime in my life and also being white.
-Four college boys stumbled through my lane post-blaze. I know this as in the middle of his purchase, one stopped, blinked fervently, and loudly announced, “I just realized that there are four of us here!” They all laughed. One suggested investing in stocks. He handed me all of the cash in his wallet.
it amazes me that the mcu fandom literally calls tony stark a murderer despite his entire first movie’s plot being about realizing how dangerous his company had become and then doing something about it for the greater good of the people (all while risking the future of stark industries) and then dehumanizes him by calling him a monster for his realistic severe anxiety and ptsd (because yes, the attack at the beginning of iron man is enough to give anyone ptsd, INCLUDING trained soldiers. never mind being held captive for all that time).
but then we have bucky (whom i love), one of hydra’s brainwashed, trained assassins. this fandom does nothing but romanticize his brainwashing, over glorifying his skills as a blood stained assassin and sympathizing with the shifts in his brain that were physically caused by hydra.
bucky would have been bucky without hydra. tony stark, on the other hand, has a mental illness that he literally cannot do anything about.
the fandom views bucky as a man who severely needs help. they view tony stark as an absolute monster.
thus, we have a clear example of how the mcu fandom literally does not give a fuck about actual mental illnesses and only cares about them if they aren’t ugly in any way.
speaking of IKEA the rumours are true… i damn well thought it was all an exaggeration, some kind of hyperbolic meme but i swear to god it’s all true
when i was younger (like 12/13) my mum decided she wanted to get some furniture so she’s like we’ll go to IKEA, and i admit i was kinda curious so i went along with her. she drives us out of the city and into this vast parking lot and there in the middle of it is this windowless rectangle, like i’m talking it was massive man, reminded me of some huge temple to some unfeeling god… like i just got those chills, you know? something wasn’t right. i knew that whatever was in there would change me, that i could not gaze upon whatever was in that faceless bunker without the heavy weight of the knowledge weighing down on me for the rest of my life.
we go in and there’s like, this entrance hall, and nothing but a pair of escalators. both of them go down. i’m… really not sure about this at this point but my mum really wanted that easy to assemble yin-yang table or whatever so we descend. as we pass under the floor i’m… fucking blown away. i cannot adequately describe to you the vastness of this cavern. i couldn’t see the walls. you know when you take a boat out into the ocean and you go out far enough you can’t see land? well it was like that, but with endless kitchen displays and kitschy bedroom layouts. i was stunned. my mind was physically breaking trying to understand the size of this place and equate it to the building i had seen outside. i was gawking around so much that i nearly fell off the end of the escalator. just… fuck. i have never been in a man made structure that big since. i don’t even think that structure was man made.
so we’re walking around and there are just these endless weaving paths through all the displays. they don’t just stick things on shelves here, they like, showcase them by building hundreds of mini living rooms and kitchens and stuff. it’s actually pretty cool, like, i can see why people spend thousands in this place. i no longer know where the escalators are and i’m not entirely sure which way is up but there are some cool fuzzy throw rugs i’d probably buy if i wasn’t like, 13. i come back around this kitchen display that i can see clearly to the other side of and my mum has just vanished. like i’m talking there’s no sign of her at all, even though there’s nothing she could have hidden behind and i’m reasonably sure i’d be able to see her if she was in the general area. she’s just nowhere to be found. i hang about for a bit but she doesn’t come back, and i’m now aware that exploration teams have probably died trying to locate the walls of this store so i’m starting to worry.
i get the bright idea to text her, and there’s no fucking phone signal. of course there’s not. i’m in a fucking leviathan of a basement located under the concrete and steel sarcophagus of whatever reptilian overlord ordered the construction of this place. by now i think i’ve just accepted my fate because i’m wandering around and i’m genuinely nervous at this point but i’m still stopping to look at little accessories for an office i don’t have, or mentally planning out my future kid’s room or whatever. i’m like “oh god i’m gonna die, i’m never gonna see my mum again– oh SHIT, that is a cute stuffed rat”. i’m just wandering around aimlessly, looking in vain for any landmarks, and suddenly i stumble across… a restaurant?
no word of a lie, hidden between displays and stacks of cushions is a restaurant. at first i’m so glad to see actual living people that i don’t realise what an odd location for a restaurant this is. i’m really fucking hungry now, too. i briefly consider what the ramifications of eating food in this realm might be but then i decide fuck it, these strangers are my people now, i’ve clearly been assimilated into the lost tribe of wandering IKEA visitors that i understand every one of these stores to have. i get some swedish meatballs because tradition seems to dictate that and i sit down and i eat my food and i watch as, every few minutes or so, another bewildered and ravenous traveller joins us. i’m sitting near where most people come in and i feel like the unofficial st peter of this place, greeting lost souls and easing their passing into their new life. i’m kind of growing shockingly used to my new fate. i’ve all but accepted it when my mum appears. she’s holding like, a million cushions, and says it’s time to go. she doesn’t seem worried in the slightest that she lost me for what i estimate to be around three days. maybe time works differently in different parts of the store. i get up and follow her and i realise i have not actually seen anywhere to purchase items from, but mum somehow has a receipt. whatever. i’ve stopped trying to make sense of things.
halfway through our trek it seems the place is closing for the day, or at least switching to night mode, where i assume a vast array of new temporal oddities are let lose on the unsuspecting public. employees appear from seemingly nowhere, standing at assigned areas and pointing in the direction of the next employee, who points at the next one, and so on and so forth until we’re somehow ascending the escalator (a different one? it must be, but i can’t see the other ones even from a height). there are suddenly loads of people, like the escalator is full and more are crowded at the bottom. i don’t know where they all came from. where i walked in IKEA, i walked alone.
when we get out of the building it’s night time, and mum’s talking about going back when she can borrow the bigger car because there’s some shelving she likes. i feel the building’s eyeless gaze on me as we approach the car, and i don’t look back.
A/N: Hi padawans, its Gossip Ren. Welcome to my shit post or welcome back to my shit post. I hardly ever write drabbles! like I actually wrote something that wasn’t a text from kylo! I wrote a physical story and not a text! what the what! this is legendary! the kylo fandom is shaking! stans everywhere in tears. kylorenisagarbagedump cannot even (just kidding she’s fine. I love her). yeah- uh- at the end of the day I am just a shit writer with nothing better to do than writing shitty fanfics. I keep doing what I’m doing because for some reason there are people on the internet that actually care about me. also- I may have watched too many Tana Mongeau videos before writing this note….
SIDEBAR: I really hope you enjoy this drabble! I actually worked hard on something once in my life and I’m so happy with the mediocre results! I wanted to write something with a GOT (Game Of Thrones) feel but I still wanted it to be true to the star wars realm without having to classify it as an AU. so if you like GOT then maybe you will like this?! if you haven’t seen GOT then that’s ok. this fic doesn’t reference it like that- nor spoils it! I just wanted to write something dramatic, dark, and different.
Warnings: mentions of the word rape. inappropriate touching. No one is hurt!
The air was light out and the night was going smoother than expected. People of all noble titles danced freely with one another while onlookers sat at nicely dressed tables eating and drinking more than their fill.
It was a night of celebration and welcoming. The first order had been invited on the planet of Daharice by the King and Queen. They were seeking protection and an alliance that meant no harm to them and their seven kingdoms. The people of Daharice knew the resistance could only do so much and protect only the royal family. If they had sided with the General, their planet would have just been taken over by the first order in the end.
“I ‘ope everything is to your liking” the king smiled, cheeks rosy from the wine.
The Commander kept his eyes forward, watching the room through his visor. “I could honestly care less, but my men seem to be enjoying themselves.”
The King drunkenly laughed, joyfully slapping the Commander on his back. “Well, I ‘ope that’s good!”
Kylo slowly turned his head brushed the King’s hand away ready to spit venom when suddenly he was interrupted by a small figure that approached the table. Her hair was like nothing he had seen before. Her skin was glowing and her eyes were beautiful, orbs the shade of (e/c). He stared intensely at her as her thick lashes fluttered and her plump lips pulled into a smile.
“Father, I’m quite tired. May I go to bed?” she said softly yet still loud enough to be heard over the music.
“What do you say?” he smiled peering over the high top table.
“Pleeeaseeee,” she giggled reaching up and placing her hands in his.
The king kissed the tops of her hands. “You may rest now, little dove.”
“Goodnight father.” she gently pulled away.
The king cleared his throat. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Oh- yes!” she glanced over to the Commander and offered her hand. In return, he delicately held it and gave it a squeeze. “Goodnight, Commander.”
Kylo Ren enveloped her hand completely holding it between his own. “Goodnight, little dove.”
She smirked as she moved away, her eyes slowly trailing away from his hidden ones and he watched as she sauntered away. Silently mesmerized.
The king said nothing at first but a laugh rose deep from his chest and he smiled from ear to ear. “Ya’ like ‘er? That’s the baby ou’ of mi seven. The last to be married.”
“I saw no ring.” Commented the Commander.
“Oh, that’s because I can’t bring myself to promise her to anotha’!” He tisked.
“And why not?”
The king pursed his lips. “‘Cus she’s my baby, my little dove! No man is worthy of her!”
“Oh what a shame.” said the commander, now intrigued.
“Aye, but that’s life. Rather my dove be a spinster then in the ‘ands of some no good Rancor.”
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It was well after the celebration and the sun was ready to rise. The shuttles were being boarded and men in first order uniforms began to take off. They left with lavish gifts as a thank you for coming and as a small bribe to work with the Seven Kingdoms.
The king and queen did not sleep easy at night. They stayed up together and tried to reason with the commander but unlike his men… he could not be bought. He was offered one of the kingdoms but turned it down, he was given a case of wine but he did not drink. They offered him a brothel but only offended him. There was nothing in the galaxy that they could promise him that he couldn’t just take for himself.
Kylo sat in an empty interrogation room he had just been using moments before. enjoying the lingering feelings of a tortured life form. It was nothing he could physically hold but more of an energy his spirit could feed off of.
In the middle of his high he was interrupted by a bucket head and a man he had never seen before. The man was dressed in the house colors of the royal family and in his hand was a tattered scroll.
“A stowaway?” Kylo quizzed.
“Sir,” the stormtrooper began, “he’s a squire. Claims he comes bearing a gift you cannot refuse.”
“Aye sir!” the boy bowed.
Kylo growled, stepping dangerously close to the harmless squire. “I thought I made it clear that I did not want anything- that I could not be bought!”
“Whatever it is, send it back or else I’ll send you back in pieces, boy!”
“It’s not an itbut she.” he corrected naively.
Kylo grabbed the squire by the collar of his idiotic costume and raised him to eye level. “You brought me a whore??? Do you have a death wish???”
“N-no sir!” he squawked. “But I bring you no whore!”
Releasing the boy, The commander paced around the room angrily. The squire stared in fear anticipating every back and forth motion made by the masked man dressed in all black.
“GO ON! OUT WITH IT!” kylo snarled.
Fumbling to his feet, the boy opened the scroll up. “As a gift to Kylo Ren, Master of the Knights of Ren, Jedi killer, the Commander of the first order, and grandson of the great Darth Vader, the king and queen of seven kingdoms bestow upon you (y/n) last virgin of house (l/n), the untouched, the first of her name, the Kyla, and princess of the seven kingdoms.”
When the blaster door opened more stormtroopers stepped in, with them the princess.
She stared up at kylo with her big doe-eyes.
“Everyone out,” he ordered and the room emptied.
Kylo stood back and studied the princess. Her dress was white but clingy; the material of her dress was so thin and so stuck to her body that he could make out every inch of her. He was certain that in the wrong (or right) lighting her sheer white dress would be see through.
He ran his index finger over the straps of her dress which were nothing more than lazily twisted pieces of fabric held together by a piece of dyed leather cord. He tugged on the leather and in one swift motion, her dress was at her ankles. (y/n) moved her arms to cover her chest but when she did they were ripped away. A glove-clad hand roamed her bare skin, groping at her breast.
Kylo buried his mask on the side of (y/n) face and she watched as the hand on her breast traveled down her stomach. He put his hand between her legs, rubbing her but never parting her.
“I want you to scream like I’m hurting you.” he whispered in her ear.
She pulled her head away and stared into the visor of his helmet. “What?”
Kylo retrieved his hand and stepped away from the girl. “They’re expecting me to rape you, to leave my mark on you. Why else would they send me the virgin princess.”
(y/n) kept her eyes locked on the commander. Though his instructions were clear she wasn’t quite comprehending.
“Scream like I am hurting you- like I am raping you.”
“No! Wait! Stop!” she shouted at no one.
“Good,” he whispered, “Louder this time.”
(y/n) looked around the empty room and off the top of her lungs let out a scream. “PLEASE! STOP! PLEASE! AHHH-”
“Can you make yourself cry?”
As if on command tears poured down (y/n) face. “PLEASE, YOU’RE HURTING ME!”
She continued to sob as kylo stepped near her. He gathered the dress at her feet and tucked under her arms as if he were wrapping her body in a towel. He freed her (y/h/c) hair from its elegant braid and disheveled it.
(y/n) let her sobs turn into silent tears as he pinched the tip of her nose and the tops of her cheeks, giving her face a flushed appeal.
“Good girl,” he whispered before turning to the door. “You may enter, General.”
A man with flames for locks and blue sea glass for eyes opened the blaster door. He had a look of disgust and his nose turned upwards as if he had just smelled fresh dung.
Kylo turned back to (y/n) and stepped close behind her. “Tell the king and queen I have accepted their gift and that the first order will make good on their word. We shall form an alliance and for offering their (once) virgin daughter they have our protection as well.”
“Excellent.” the General nodded.
As two figures dressed in white armor joined the conversation, (y/n) was handed over to their custody.
“To my quarters, untouched by your hands,” said kylo firmly. “I’m not finished with her just yet.”
When one of his soldiers had revealed that the Inquisitor and her team had last been seen falling off of a broken bridge and into an awaiting rift, Cullen had nearly lost control of every sense he possessed.
He was Commander, however; he had to remain collected for the sake of those around him. He knew what the expense of war was, and Arian was no exception to that cost.
But, Maker… it would kill him if he lost her.
They were something now, lovers, for lack of a better term. He… he wasn’t quite sure if it was love that he felt for the elf - not yet. All he knew was that he wanted to be near her all the time, that he wanted to protect her from harm; do anything just to make her smile.
But, there was a chance she wouldn’t even come back.
He did what any good leader would do to take his mind off the pain stabbing at his heart and lungs - he continued to lead, organizing the Inquisition soldiers who had survived the siege on Adamant Fortress.
And then another of his men approached him a while later; announcing that the Inquisitor and her team had survived, minus one Ser Stroud, and that she was currently deciding on what to do with the now-leaderless Wardens.
Cullen wanted to fall to his knees and thank whatever deity had brought her back, but he settled on a hard swallow and a single nod.
He would find her later, once the dust of the battle had settled.
The Commander made his rounds within the Inquisition camp in the meantime; checking up on the wounded and commanding his lieutenants to scour the fortress for any remaining Wardens. Once he had done so, he waited for the chatter around him to signify that the Inquisitor had returned to her tent, then quickly moved through the camp to reach its location.
Cullen wanted to throw open the flaps to the canopy the moment he arrived at the entrance, but reason prompted him to simply clear his throat and call out for her.
“Cullen?” he heard the woman within inquire, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Entering the tent, Cullen came face to face with Arian, who studied him with an undefinable expression.
“Arian,” he nearly whimpered, happy just to see her alive. The elf slowly came forward, her lips quivering as she slipped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest. Cullen returned her embrace with everything he possessed, pressing a series of kisses to the top of her head.
“Oh, Cullen… I was so frightened,” Arian whispered, her voice on the verge of tears. “There were so many demons, and Stroud… Stroud sacrificed himself so we would make it. And we found out that I… Cullen, I’m not…”
“Arian,” Cullen soothed, stroking her hair, “You don’t have to tell me. Everything can wait until the morning.”
He felt Arian nod against his chest, and he held her for a while longer before coaxing her to move to the cot in the corner of the space. Knowing it would be better if she got some rest, Cullen began helping her peel off the more uncomfortable pieces of her armor, setting them on the floor.
“When they said you fell through the rift, I… I was terrified,” Cullen said as he continued to help her, causing Arian to glance up at him with those eyes that took his breath away. “All I could think was that we had lost you… that I had lost you.”
“But I made it back,” Arian whispered in reassurance, and Cullen carefully cupped her face in his hands.
“So you did,” he agreed, swallowing thickly. “And I cannot even begin to explain how relieved I am.” The man leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers, simply relishing in the fact that she was there with him. Safe.
“I… Cullen…” Arian breathed, sighing when he brushed his lips over hers. The kisses that followed were slow and tender; Arian curling up against his body as her fingers slid into his unruly hair. His hands moved to her waist, bringing her as close to him as physically possible.
Maker, he never wanted to let her go.
Cullen held her late into the night and early into the morning, murmuring words of comfort until she grew heavy against him. It was only when his eyes began to droop that he decided he should return to his tent, but a sleepy protest from Arian ceased that plan in an instant.
So he remained.
So long as she needed him, he would remain.
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I want to hear about your 'playboy Inuyasha' dislike ;D (rant away my friend!)
Nanna, why you encourage my nerd rage like this.
Here’s the thing about playboy Inuyasha: it’s so out of character. Let’s break this down a little. (And look, before I get started: I know we’re talking about AU portrayals of Inuyasha. But even in AUs, I really need the characters to feel like themselves. That’s where I’m coming from.)
1. Inuyasha doesn’t have the social skills to be a playboy. He barely has the social wherewithal to make friends, let alone get in someone’s pants. Kagome is the reason he even learns how to develop friendships, and he didn’t even seek out that relationship: he was forced to hang with Kagome. Can you imagine him having the social skills to pick up some random woman? Pfffft. I’m sorry, but socially suave Inuyasha just doesn’t read like Inuyasha to me.
2. Probably because it’s so hard for him to open up and develop relationships with people, Inuyasha is very serious about the relationships he does have. He’s a fiercely loyal friend and even more loyal romantic partner. Like. Kikyou, anyone? He was downright pigheaded about his responsibility to her (granted, the circumstances were traumatic, but you get my point). He was so serious about it that he was willing to sacrifice his life to appease her spirit. This is not a dude who takes relationships or commitments lightly. I cannot imagine him sleeping around or stringing women along like it’s nothing to him, even in an alternate universe.
3. Let me preface this by saying that I’m TOTALLY one of those fangirls who finds Inuyasha deeply attractive, fictional 2D anime/manga character that he is. Gimme a shirtless Inuyasha fanart and I will love you forever. That being said, let’s get real for a second: most people would find his half-demon traits a deformity, not a turn-on. Fics that portray him as some kind of sex god or ladies’ man because he’s just so physically attractive? I have a hard time buying that. I know us fans love the dog ears, but realistically speaking, I doubt most women would treat them as anything other than a deformity at worst, or highly undesirable at best. There might be a rare few women who’d show interest in him despite those features, but probably not because of them. (Unless it was someone who had some real kinky fetish, which I doubt Inuyasha would welcome.)
4. For all his bluster and gruff-puppy act, Inuyasha’s a pretty damn disciplined guy. He’s impulsive, sure, but when it comes down to it—when it matters—he is perfectly able to control himself. He’s a warrior, he’s a survivor, he’s surmounted odds that would’ve killed most people: all of that requires discipline and control. A lot of the playboy!Inuyasha fics I’ve read portray him as some kind of slave to his carnal desires, and that just doesn’t read Inuyasha to me either. He may have those desires, but he can damn well control himself and deal with them.
Those are my major objections to playboy Inuyasha (though I’m sure there’s more that I’m just forgetting).
This got… kinda long. But remember, YOU ASKED FOR THIS. ;)
First article for hellyeahteensuperheroes so I’ll just say this: I am an avid Spider-man fan. Spider-man is the prototypical teen superhero after all so while Peter Parker is grown up selling his marriages to the devil, owning a tech company, and not having life insurance, we would be remiss if we didn’t acknowledge that Spider-man’s mythos started as the awkward teen in high school. In fact, that is how the majority of his media introduces him to the audience as, a kid.
So honestly, someone needs to fill in the void of teenaged Spider-man. And that person was…Peter Parker himself in the Ultimate Universe which was a modern take of Spider-man. This is probably the most acclaimed, adapted, and successful comic series in recent memory to the point, Marvel honestly considered making the Ultimate Universe the default Universe…Until Loeb took that idea and flooded it with the most notorious comic event that is comparable to One More Day.
So Ultimate Peter Parker was still the teenaged Peter Parker with a lot of great stories. However, with plans of Universe shifting derailed, Ultimate Peter Parker ,as great as he was. had one glaring problem: He was becoming 616 Peter Parker over again.
You can make Green Goblin the Hulk, change Eddie Brock to Peter’s brother figure, make the Shocker to a joke, and have Peter Parker and Kitty Pryde date; but at the end of the day, you are essentially retelling the same story of a character who still exists in another way in the present. What is the point of Ultimate Peter Parker if he was going to become 616 Peter Parker who still had comics(terrible comics, but I digress)?
Long story short, they killed Peter Parker and Miles Morales took his place.
Miles’ entire purpose is to resemble those old classic Spider-man stories of a young Spider-man from a perspective of a person who was different than Peter, physically and mentally. There are plenty of black people who relate to Spider-man, but Peter Parker as a character cannot relate to them as black people deal with some other shit than Peter who ranted at a group of protestors for sticking to the man and was one of those white anarcho-capitalists who champion Ayn Rand.
Brian Michael Bendis initially was doing so well with Miles Morales. The first 13 issues of Miles Morales’ Spider-man should be textbook examples of how to do an origin story. And then shit happened. Here is the shit.
1. Miles lacks Spider-man esque villains
What separates Spider-man villains and everybody else’s villains is that Spider-man’s villains tie into both his life as Spider-man and Peter Parker. Mr. Negative, Martin Li, ran a charity that Aunt May works at. Dr. Otto Octavius is the mirror of Spider-man and Peter Parker in that they are both brilliant and talented minds, but unlike Peter, Otto resented his peers and embraced his status as an outcast as Peter grew out of that phase. Dr. Connor is his mentor and professor in college. Green Goblin is the father of his best friend and sometimes is that best friend. Eddie Brock, Venom, is a jealous co-worker and competitor of Peter Parker who resented that Peter was able to take glorified selfies and gain success over him.
Even in the Ultimate Universe…well even more in the Ultimate Universe, Peter’s villains related to him as not just Spider-man, but also Peter Parker. It is what makes his rogues galley different than Batman or Superman.
And Miles is honest to god devoid of that. There are only two villains that exemplify Spider-man villains: Katie Bishop and Aaron Davis. The former was not so great, but had potential. The latter was probably one of the greatest villains in the decade, but was killed off. Miles has been around for 5 years and he has only developed two villains of his own that resemble Spider-man villains. The rest of his RG are essentially Peter’s who hate Miles because he is Peter’s legacy, and that is not okay.
This is a common problem for all new super heroes in this day and age. Because their respective universe have become so cluttered with the pasts, it is hard for them to gain a foothold of their own.
2. Crossover events
This shit fucking kills me about Miles Morales. I understand that for the sake of Miles’ longevity and prevalence, you need to give him as much exposure as possible. And that is okay. I am okay with Miles joining teams like the Young Ultimates, the revamped Avengers, or the Champions. However, I am not okay these huge crossover events becoming overbearing to his development as a character.
Ultimate Comics Spider-man 13-18(United We Stand/Divided We Fall)
Ultimate Comics Spider-man 29-31(Cataclysm)
Miles Morales: the Ultimate Spider-man 12(the end was rushed because of Secret Wars)
Spider-man 6-10(Civil War II)
Spider-man 11-14(Spider-Gwen crossover)
There are 50 Miles Morales book focused comics. 19 of them are universe expanding crossover events that he is heavily involved in. Luckily Secret Empire has strayed away from having Miles’ comics involved, but that is bad. Nearly half of this dudes stories get hijacked by these events that rarely if ever character build.
Miles’ constant criticism of his stories is that he does not have a lot of stories of his own to tell and part of that has to do with these distractions because that is what they are: distractions. If Civil War II did something for Miles’ character I would be okay with it, but for most of his part in that event, Miles was just going with the tide utterly confused as to what is happening. The only thing that the event established for Miles is that he fears that his anger might make him go too far, and you do not need that convoluted mess of Civil War II to reflect that.
Miles would have more enemies if Bendis stopped with the incessant events and focused on creating enemies that serve as foils to Miles Morales.
3. Too much focus on Peter Parker
Being that Miles is a legacy of Peter Parker, of course Peter is going to be mentioned and relevant to Peter. For all intents and purposes, Peter is awesome at just letting Miles be.
Let me set the tone. Miles Morales and the Ultimate Universe survived Cataclysm and Galactus. The Ultimate Universe is revamped to three comics series. You have a mostly female and devoid of white men team(the All-New Ultimates). You have another female led team that explored mythos of the Ultimate Universe(Ultimate FF). And you have Miles Morales as the face of the entire universe and it is touted for once as Miles taking ownership of being Spider-man. It was about him. This was a fresh start with new stories. There is a mystery of Miles’ girlfriend. There was a thing with Roxxon. Miles’ dad was missing after he found out about Miles being Spider-man. There were so many stories and so much possibility.
This ran for 6 issues of Miles inaugural re-debut as the Spider-man. The first 6 issues of Miles revamp was about Peter Parker. Miles was playing secondary to Peter Parker and we were rehashing the same story development as Spider-men. Miles has already received the approval of a Peter Parker. A more experienced Peter Parker at that. So there was no character development for Miles to be had here.
This story from the looks of it was to gave Ultimate Peter Parker and Mary Jane closure…which ruins the point because Peter got closure in his death and his funeral. Mary Jane may have needed some closure, but to have it wasted on a resurrection was bullshit when she could have done something to ensure Miles did not meet the same fate or run into the same obstacles. Y’know, actually be a supporting character and taking responsibility of him? But we really just had to appease those Peter Parker fans who have so little exposure to Peter(sarcasm).
The first six issues of Miles Morales: Ultimate Spider-man were about Peter Parker. Not Miles Morales.
So if we are keeping count, that is 25 issues that had fuck all to do with Miles Morales. Half of Miles main comics are not about him as a character. And that is bad. Half of those comics could have been used to develop him or his villains.
4. The switch from the Ultimate Universe to the 616
One day I am going to do the differences between Miles Morales and Peter Parker, but right now, I will summarize. To Peter Parker, Spider-man was an escapist adventure. He enjoys being Spider-man more than his normal. It allows him to be a snarky and fun character and it allows the audience to get in on the act as well because they too want to use Spider-man as means of escapism.
Miles, however, is completely different.
Miles is the classical anti-hero. Being a superhero or more specifically, being Spider-man causes more problems for Miles than it solves them. Miles, initially was not thrilled that he had Spider-powers.
It’s a burden to him. He is only Spider-man because in the Ultimate Universe, Peter Parker died. Also in the Ultimate Universe, there are very few superheroes running around protecting people.
Being Spider-man only caused Miles problems. His genial relationship with his Uncle became toxic. His relationship with his father could be summed up as if Jonah Jameson was Peter Parker’s dad and at every dinner, daddy would talk shit about what you as Spider-man did unaware that he was talking shit about his own son. His mom was killed in a Spider-man related battle which involved him.
Miles is Spider-man because no one else, but him, can be. It is metaphorically thrusted on him. He doesn’t want superpowers. He wanted a normal life.He wanted to go to school and have fun. Unlike Peter, Miles is not picked on at school and his not a social outcast. It helps that he is at a charter school with a bunch of nerds, but the point is that his normal life was satisfying to him and as soon as being Spider-man becomes too much for him, he ditches the outfit and tries his damnest to live a normal life.
Him being in the 616 Universe ruins the point of him. It derails his character in that in a world were Peter Parker not only still lives, but there are also several superheroes who are more than happy to fill in a role and have the purpose to do so, Miles has no motivation to be Spider-man anymore. And it is not like being Spider-man has becomes less burdensome for him with the switch. Miles’ main reason of being Spider-man has vanished.
5. Poor Social Commentary
I have so many problems with these panels.
First, this girl specifically mentions the possibility that Miles may be Latino. She says that he is brown so the dialogue is disjointed and Miles problem with her becomes a non-issue and he is annoyed for no reason.
Second, he has a problem being identified as the Black Spider-man. But you are black and Spider-man so you are both. It sounds like he is ashamed of being black because he acts defensive towards being identified as black as if a person is supposed to immediately recognize that looking at him.
Third, Hispanic is not the proper identifier. Latino is. No self-respecting LatinX would call themselves Hispanic unless they are from Spain. Miles should know this and every time he refers to himself as Hispanic, it questions if he is aware of those roots that he will gladly use in defense if someone calls him black.
Fourth, how in the fuck does Miles not recognize the importance of a black Spider-man? A kid in New York in times where their is heightened racial tension does not understand the big deal of being a black superhero. “Why does it matter?” he asks when black people are being shot up by the police because they are a perceived threat. Black people are being incriminated and are being massively incarcerated and targeted. The fact that Miles does not get this yet says to Luke Cage in person that he(Luke Cage) is the only super hero that his father respects. Gee, I wonder why, Miles?
Fifth, you do not need this faux post-racial commentary to make Miles sound profound. More importantly, he sounds like a white person who has no clue about racism. The fact of the matter is that the majority of Miles Morales’ fandom loves him because he is the black Spider-man and shaming them for doing so is the wrong move and turns people off. The girl literally sounds like a stereotypical SJW r what people perceive SJWs are like and Marvel already has a bad reputation of attacking those people(Nick Spencer) while at the same time trying to appeal to them over DC.
But there is more cringey Social Commentary in the hands of a writer who does not quite get it.
The oppression Olympics debate! First off, intersectionality is not a matter of whom is more oppressed than whom. It is to understand that people are oppressed in several ways. So Ganke pointing out that Miles is skinny and black while Ganke is fat and Asian completely misses the point of intersectionality because he is trying to say that he is more oppressed than Miles while erasing the fact the Miles faces racial injustice that can get him killed. And I am not erasing being fat and Asian, and I am just pointing out that there are better ways to have this discourse without turning it into a haphazard “Who suffers the most” dick measuring contest.
Also, Miles calls himself Hispanic as if his mom does not look like Beyonce and it counts as half.
There is a lot holding back Miles from developing into his own Spider-man. Hopefully in the future, this gets rectified because I want Miles to succeed.
May I request da2 companions (including romance) Reacting to Tranquil Hawke
(Going with a Hawke who was made tranquil rather than one
who always was)
Varric: At first he refuses to believe it. Hawke was all
fire and personality and life. This shell of his friend cannot be the Hawke he
has come to care for, and the sight of them makes him physically ill. After a
time he retreats to the Hanged Man and devotes a good deal of his fortune to
rumors of a cure as well as whatever whoever is caring for Hawke might need.
Meredith becomes public enemy number one in his mind, and the dwarf who took no
side is suddenly very firmly entrenched against the Templars.
Merrill: She weeps, day and night, over her friend. Hawke is
the last person who deserved such a fate, and she does everything she can to
render the rite useless. Eventually though it proves immune to even blood
magic, and the heartbroken mage can only go forward and do whatever she can to
make her friend comfortable. Romanced: It is the closest she ever comes to
being possessed, despair and rage demons lurking at the edges of her mind in
that first moment that Hawke is returned to her. If there is nothing to be done
she may very well return at last to her people, rather than facing a lifetime
without the person that she loved.
Anders: Justice shrieks within him, but Anders can only sway
in sudden shock. Another friend taken, another life ruined. He has been too passive
in his ambition to stop the Templar cruelty and now Hawke has paid the price.
He will do what he can to keep the other mage –former mage- comfortable and
safe, and then steps up his plan to destroy the ones who did this. Romanced:
Not again. He cannot face the loss of another lover again, and yet the sunburst
mark does not go away. He is not alone in this fight as he was with Karl, and
the other companions will likely not allow him to kill Hawke out of mercy. But
Anders cannot endue the sight anymore, and will leave his love to their other
friends to enact his revenge.
Fenris: Mages are dangerous, it’s true, but Hawke never
deserved this. His friend has always been there when the former slave needed
them, and Fenris can hardly abandon them now. He works closely with whomever
steps up to take charge of the former mage and is far less trustful on Templars
than he was. Romanced: It takes every ounce of self control he has not to rain
death down on the Gallows. For the first time he is willing to listen to
Anders, albiet grudgingly, for the healer may be an abomination but the ones
who did this are truly evil. And he will not rest until his lover has the same
revenge that they helped him find. Even if if means nothing to them now.
Isabela: She drinks. She drinks a lot, and then she spends
hours listening to every bit of gossip that comes through the tavern. But
Tranquility isn’t high on sailors lists of conversational topics and she doesn’t
learn much. After much discussion with the whole group she will offer the ship
as a safe haven, but is silently grateful if they turn it down. She leaves
Kirkwall not long after. Romanced: Templars who come out to the dock rarely
come back. The Pirate Queen is not known for her forgiveness, and there are cut
throats in Kirkwall enough to present a threat even to Meredith’s crazed reign.
She will eventually take her lover away from the city, even if they do not have
an opinion on the change, and begin a search for the cure.
Aveline: She blames herself.
Hawke has always been there for her, from the beginning of their friendship,
and when they needed her most she could not help. She has nightmares about
them, as she has for years about Wesley, and the schism that opens between the
guards and the Templars is sudden
and deep. Romanced: If Cullen
does come to try to relieve her of her duties later the Inquisition will have advisors
in the future—she will kill on sight, the only vengeance she can get for what
paramounts as murder of her love. She will probably put aside her differences
after that and take Isabela’s offer of ship side sanctuary for herself and Hawke
and seek out a cure.
Sebastian: It shakes his faith a little,
for Hawke was never a danger. The prince will offer Starkhaven as a possible
home for Hawke and any who wants to join them, and will pressure the Chantry
for both justice and any word of a cure. Romanced: His faith is shattered, and
he makes it well known. Starkhaven will once again march on Kirkwall after the
Chantry falls, but his grief for those lost is much less pronounced. While he
still does not approve of the method he is less likely to demand Anders’ death,
and he will interrogate the mage about Karl’s brief cure in an attempt t
understand how to move forward.
Carver: If he is a Templar he
hates himself. All those years wasted in petty squabbles with his sibling, and
now they are gone. There is no shadow to either be hidden or hide in, for his
sibling is now little more than a ghost. More than that their friends- his
friends- look at him with no little suspicion, and while he plays the role of a
loyal Templar ever spare moment he has is spent looking for a cure. If he is a
Warden he still blames himself, and uses very contact he has to try and learn
the secrets of the rite.
Bethany: It’s her worst nightmare
made manifest, and she can only grieve for her sibling. There is so little to
do except care for them as she can, and she will get them out of Kirkwall at
the first opportunity.
12x10 - Pterodactyl Screeching into the Void - Part 2
This is the second part
of my episode review for 12x10 “Lily Sunder has some Regrets”. The first part
mainly focusses on Destiel and its HUGE role in the episode. You can go check
that out first if you likehere.
This part of my review
is to talk about some of the other very interesting themes in the episode now
that I have screeched about Destiel to my heart’s content and will try to be a
more rational person (disclaimer: its not gonna work)
To be honest it is
practically impossible for me to talk about this episode without at least
referencing Destiel as the very principle theme of the episode is about angels
and their interactions with humans in different ways specifically where love is involved. But whether you see Dean
and Cas’s love for one another as romantic or platonic the one thing that
absolutely cannot be argued away after this episode is that the love between
them well and truly does exist in
canon. Therefore sorry Jensen but you seem to be confusing Supernatural with
another show when you make rash and ill-conceived statements at conventions to
appease hateful non-fans. Ahem. Anyway, Moving on…
The starting scene of
the episode introduces us to Benjamin. In a bar decorated with vintage video
game memorabilia the angel is obsessively playing a game that just makes me
think of Charlie. :( Though tbh the symbolism behind an angel controlling an
monster to destroy a city is certainly not lost on me and takes my mind right
back to the apocalypse where the angels were the ‘monsters’ who wanted to kick
start the apocalypse that would literally bring cities to the ground. So yeah,
that was an interesting choice of video game basically.
The fact that Benjamin
has been here every night obsessively playing this game gives us another
interesting insight into angels. One that is explored quite thoroughly in this
episode: They have an obsessive nature when it comes to human things.
This opening sequence
therefore shows us the most harmless version of this. Benjamin has got himself
hooked on video games. (kinda reminds me of Cas taking up Riverboat Gambling. I
wonder if Cas ever still sneaks off when the Winchesters are on hunts to feed
his gambling addiction? I know it hasn’t been mentioned since but it is
certainly within the realms of canon possibility that Cas has an addictive
personality, and now after this episode that has been applied to more angels
than just Cas.)
I’m now thinking of
Endverse!Cas and my heart is breaking because of course Castiel has an addictive personality. Oh and lets not
forget 11x04 – 11x06 and Cas’s newfound obsession with Netflix. Human things are shown to be dangerous to
angels. Ishim says this himself
later in the episode:
“You know why we’re meant to stay away from
humans? It’s not because we’re a danger to them, they’re are a danger to us.”
The thing is, as much of
a dick as Ishim was, he’s not wrong. Humans are a danger to angels because angels are not built to really
understand human things and emotions. Benjamin’s obsessive gaming is just the
start. He may be best case scenario, but Ishim is worst case scenario. An angel
who becomes completely enthralled by a human and claims to have ‘fallen in
love’ with her – though in Isham’s case it is doubtful he even understands the
concept of love. Lily becomes Isham’s obsession. To the point that he terrifies
her into calling on another angel to protect her from him.
“you were obsessed!” she cries.
“I was in love with you” he argues. But Ishim couldn’t have been in
love with her, because as Dean (aka poster boy for humanity) shows us later on,
love isn’t about causing your lover pain, it’s about being willing to risk
yourself to save them from any further harm.
This is one of the very
major points of the episode. Because Angels are not accustomed to deal with
Human things, for an angel, love itself becomes the killer. Condemning both the
angel and the object of the angel’s affection to a life of pain, tragedy and
death. To bring this back to Dean and Cas, it can very easily be argued that
much of what has happened to Castiel, and by association Dean, is because of
Castiel’s ‘unrequited’ love for Dean. Thinking back over their long tragic
history, if you remove that deep love that Castiel has felt for Dean since the
beginning where would we be now? Would we have had the leviathans? Would the
angels have the angel tablet? The angels probably wouldn’t have fallen, and
much of Castiel’s guilt that came from that wouldn’t have happened. On the
other hand if we had had canon destiel
since the end of season 5, it can also be argued that much of what Dean and Cas
and also Sam went through in seasons 6 and 7 wouldn’t have happened because
they would have found another way to stop Raphael together. But this is all
just speculation after all.
This episode does seem
to imply that when the angels love is requited, things don’t go quite so
terribly. Whatever kind of love it was that was shared between Lily and Akobel,
it worked. He cared for her and gave his life protecting her. Not so much an
obsession as a mutual respect and understanding. Then there is Benjamin and his
vessel. Not an obsession but a shared trust and care for each other. A devotion that kept them both safe for
So basically, we can
conclude that when an angel has a supportive human by their side to help them
through any potentially “obsessive” compulsions, it works out okay for both
parties. If the angel is shunned and left to its own completely inhuman
devices, it turns cold and monstrous. Gosh now this is making me think of that
destiel comic where Cas becomes an actual ‘weeping angel’ from Doctor Who. Cold
and monstrous indeed.
Hello~~~!!! What if all of the RFA Members + Saeran are Yanderes? Ya know gore, scissors, knife, etc… (its a request but you dont have to do it if you’re too busy making other’s request or too tired) @directionery19274
This one’s kind of short, I decided to just make lil dialogues from the guys.
[[TW: Mentions of Blood]]
You’re talking to other men again, I see. Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that? You say love me. But lying is quite easy, isn’t it? I only just found you. I won’t let you leave me. Stay with me. Even if it means I have to hurt you, I won’t let you go.
But you wouldn’t leave me, right? So there shouldn’t be any reason for me to hurt you, right? For your sake, I hope you certainly won’t.
Other men have no right to look at your beauty. Your grace and elegance almost rivals mine. That’s why I cannot let others gawk at you. They don’t deserve your presence. If anyone dares to look at you, I don’t think I will be able to restrain myself.
Restrain myself from what, you ask? Well princess, let’s just say that there’s a reason why my eyes are the color of blood.
MC, have you been meeting people behind my back? You seem a little nervous. I’ve learnt to observe the finest details, and I can clearly see that something is off about your behavior today.
I don’t care if you love me now. I need you to only be able to love me. Be emotionally and physically incapable of loving another woman or man. In order to do that, guess I’ll have to do some things. Don’t you agree?
Don’t leave my line of sight. If I cannot see you, there’s a possibility that someone will come steal you from me. But I suppose there’s no need to worry about that. After all, I could easily dispose of anyone who dares to try and take you from me.
You can try to run, MC. But remember, I always get what I want. No matter what I have to do. No matter who I have to hurt.
You can’t leave me. You’ll be in danger without me. I’m clearly protecting you, aren’t I? And if you try to escape me, who knows what will try and harm you? But you don’t need to worry. I’ll always find you and bring you back. I’ll keep you safe from all the dangers outside.
But if you do try to escape, know that I can’t guarantee that you’ll be back in one piece. Or rather, that you’ll stay in one piece….
So I don't know if this has been discussed, but a friend of mine who hasn't been able to watch Goblin but has rather seen discussions about it, asked me "what do you think about the age gap?" and if I thought it was intentional with the casting? I wanted to do a blogpost about it, but I got to no time to do a proper one so I'm leaving my thoughts with you to expound on in the beautiful way you always do: (part 1/3)
(direct quote from my reply) “supaliaxpress on tumblr has a post on that, and I agree with her completely. i dont mind it. one basically, the male is a soul somewhat frozen in time. it’s not established what his age really was when he died as a human being. his soul never aged, though time passed. and i think that concept and belief is proved throughout the drama.” (2/4. realized it could take much more space)
Lastly, to add here I think it’s one of the major themes of the story of Shin and Euntak, and even with Wang Yeo and Sun. The love that carries on with the soul, and that love binds more than bodies- love, true love, binds souls. Despite the age, the social standing from where each party comes from…love overlooks these differences and is founded by something more profound. And that souls, who lived life with care, never really “age”.
Ah, I think you said it perfectly :)
The topic of the “age gap” is something I’ve been questioned many times and I always refer people to this post about pedophillia whenever that topic comes up, lol. Anyways, there’s really not much to attack about the age gap since it was PERSONALLY addressed in the drama itself… yes… the writer acknowledged the “ridiculous age gap” between Kim Shin and Ji Eun-Tak… an age gap of 900+ years >.> Now… really, the age gap doesn’t matter in their relationship because, like you said, Shin is in a state of “frozen time.” He’s an immortal for goodness sakes. He’s gonna forever look like that in 20 days, 10 years, 1000 years, FOREVER. But what ticks me off is how people ALWAYS mention his actual REAL LIFE AGE… when his REAL LIFE AGE has fuckin no importance in the drama whatsoever… Just like Kim Go Eun playing both a 19 yo and 29 yo… BUT SHE’S 25. So… what is the real purpose of their age gap in the drama???
The age gap serves as an obstacle for Shin and Eun-Tak to overcome if they want to meet again in the next life; that’s why they FIRST met when she was 19 and MET AGAIN when she was 19 because this shows that Shin loves her no matter what age she is, who she is, and what she is. Shin doesn’t know at what age he will meet Eun-Tak (goodness… she could be a frickin grandma by the time they meet again >.> which I hope that never happens cause that’s sad), but this doesn’t change the fact that he loves her and she is his only and last bride. Like I’ve mentioned, Canada is a special place because it is a land known for acceptance… which is their love… she accepts him for who he is and vice versa. People forget that Eun-Tak also has to love and accept Shin for who he is… yes… he physically looks like a man in his mid thirties but she doesn’t see him like that… she only sees him as the man she loves – not numbers. Their love defies all aspects of numerical value that we hold highly in today’s society… aka. age and time. A love so deep and true that their love cannot be quantified. Therefore, NUMBERS DO NOT EXIST IN THEIR WORLD… THEIR LOVE STORY.
Here’s a beautiful poem by Lang Leav that I think sums up Shin and Eun-Tak’s age difference…
“What if I told you that one day you will meet a girl who is unlike anyone else you’ve known. She will know all the right things to say, what makes you laugh, what turns you on, what drives you wild and best of all, you will do for her exactly what she does for you.
“When will I meet her?”
“Well let’s put it this way, she doesn’t even exist yet.”